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Prompt: 'You May Now Kiss The Fae' -- Epilogue to the 'Proposal' Series over on my Main Masterlist. Ft. Malleus Draconia and Lilia Vanrouge Requisitioner: Hana! Warnings: None! Words: 3726! (Purchase: Custom Fiction.) A/N: Hello everyone! We've got another commission to be shared, requested over on my ko-fi! This one comes to you by the sponsor '@hanafubukki!' -- Hana asked me to write an epilogue to my TWST marriage series; specifically for Malleus Draconia and Lilia Vanrouge. This fic. goes into wedding headcannons and such for them hehe. Thank you Hana for submitting a commission with me! If you would like to submit a commission of your own, feel free to check me out HERE! If you'd like to learn about my medical journey, view my rates, or learn why I'm accepting commissions. Click: HERE!

Your wedding to Malleus becomes a national holiday in Briar Valley before the invitations are even finished being sent out. Citizens decorate entire villages in black silk ribbons, glowing lantern lilies, and silver dragon insignias for the week-long celebration. Every noble family in the valley treats the event as though history itself is being written.

The royal council attempts to completely overtake the planning process almost immediately. They present ancient traditions, mandatory ceremonies, guest lists spanning hundreds of years worth of allies — but Malleus refuses to leave the wedding solely in their hands.

Because this is not merely a diplomatic event to him.

It is your wedding.

And if there is one thing Malleus Draconia has desired selfishly in his long life, it is you. He cares very little for the details. Only that it is the wedding of your dreams and closes with your soul bound to his.

He attends all planning meetings personally despite his schedule. He didn’t even do that for his coronation, so imagine how the consultants quake as they present their ideas to you with the king right there (A bit in his own head, only paying attention when you are stuck on a choice). He sits beside you during fabric selections, choosing the floral arrangements, signing invitations and virtually every task that he’d not think twice over if you weren’t there.

Insists on tasting desserts and all menu items. Remember the culinary crucible, dear? Oh, how it takes him back. Except now the head patiessiere nearly pees their trousers when he comments on the cake being a bit dry. Honestly. Do these people think he is a monster?

Across the entire process, he listens carefully to all your comments. The last thing he wants is a choice being swayed because someone devalued your opinion. Nevermind He can be a monster.

“You’ve glanced at the tulips thrice since the floral samples were brought out, and yet you were quick to agree on roses. Speak up, dearest. Otherwise I shall do it for you.”

Since you have no parents for him to formally ask, Malleus quietly seeks out Grim for your hand instead.

Which … becomes one of the single most confusing moments of Grim’s life. It’s not every day that the big honcho fae bends his head to a direbeast.

“Grim,” Malleus says, calm and with careful approach, “I would like your permission to marry your companion.” Grim squints at him, puffing up. “And what do I get outta it?” Malleus blinks once. “My gratitude.” “Ain’t enough. What else ya got?” The dragon prince smiles, thin and dangerous in the most charming way. “Do not become greedy, little beast.” Grim immediately straightens, his tail tucked down as his voice wobbles. “...Y-you got it, Your Highness.”

His initial fear does not dampen Grim’s ego. He tries to milk the situation for everything it’s worth and Malleus allows it. While amusing, the matter is taken seriously. Grim is like your child, in a way. He sure demands your attention like one.

“I WANT TUNA. PREMIUM TUNA. NONE OF THAT CHEAP CANNED STUFF.” Grim slaps a list of demands on the tabletop, written in barely legible catscratch. “You bargain boldly for someone so small.” “YEAH, WELL YOU WANNA MARRY MY HENCHMAN OR NOT?”

Needless to say that the entire royal guard is horrified to see this beast with fangs bigger than its mouth riding the coat tails of their king. Yet Grim gets everything he wants and pushes the boundary…until he puts in an absurd dowry request and the tap runs dry.

“No, you may not have partial ownership over the royal treasury.” “Eh, worth a shot. Can ya blame a guy?”

The wedding aesthetic is gothic fae, set in Briar Palace with the reception in the main ballroom.

Endless cathedral arches woven with glowing thorned roses, black candles floating in midair, silver tableware engraved with ancient draconic blessings.

Massive stained glass windows depicting Briar Valley’s royal lineage. Soon your story will earn a place there.

Music played by a live orchestra for guests to dance — haunting violin melodies mixed with deep choral hymns that vibrate through the palace halls. Only the best in the country.

Your attire is custom-made by royal tailors over several months. Every inch is hand embroidered with protective enchantments woven subtly into the fabric by court mages. For this ceremony, you are given his mother’s crown. As this is the day you become queen.

Malleus’s ceremonial robes are breathtakingly regal, made of of black silks with dragon scaled embroidered motifs. A high collar that reaches his throat, silver accents, and atop his head an obsidian crown set with emeralds that frame his horns.

The train of his cloak is so long that attendants have to carry it behind him.

Yet somehow, none of all that adorns him compares to the expression on his face when he sees you.

The ceremony takes place within the palace’s grand cathedral garden at twilight.Briar Valley’s sky glows violet-blue overhead while thousands of floating lanterns illuminate the marble pathways.You are kept separate from Malleus until the ceremony begins due to ancient tradition.

It nearly kills him. Malleus is NOT a patient man once the clock begins to tick with him at the altar.

Lilia thinks it is hysterical. Of course he does. Being the one to give you away, he’s already seen you many times. He does not understand Malleus’ pain.

“You’ve waited decades to fall in love, years for her hand, and now you cannot survive a mere six hours?” “I am considering abolishing this custom permanently. For now, I need to temper myself. Not another word.”

When the cathedral doors finally open, every conversation dies instantly.

Malleus turns.

He had expected beauty. He had expected to be moved. He had not expected to feel his mind go quiet. You look so radiant that it becomes almost unbearable to be patient. His expression is composed, because it always is — but the possessive warmth in his eyes gives him away instantly.

He is thinking, very simply, that you look like you were always meant to stand beside him.

Ethereal.

Untouchable.

His.

The possessiveness that floods his chest is immediate and almost frightening in intensity. He needs the priest to speak faster. He needs everyone to be quiet so he can hear your steps coming closer. Time has never felt so agonizingly slow.

In his vows, Malleus does not speak lightly when he promises himself to you. Every word feels deliberate, chosen with care, like he is laying down a sacred vow even though he’s making up his speech on the spot.

He promises not just devotion, but presence. Protection. A future that is no longer measured in solitude.

“I have lived long enough to know that many things can be admired from a distance,” he says, eyes never leaving yours. “You are not one of them. You are the center of my world, the home I return to, the future I choose.” His gloved thumb brushes your knuckles. “I swear to stand beside you in joy and in ruin, in quiet and in raging storms, for as long as this heart of mine still beats.” A beat barely passes before his tone lowers, just between you both. “And if it should ever fail, I will still find my way to you, my one and only love.”

When he kisses you, it contains all he’s been stowing away since the day began.

For one impossible second, it is as if the entire kingdom vanishes and there is only you, warm in his arms, and the knowledge that this is real. That you are his husband or wife or spouse in the eyes of the world now, but more than that — you are his in every way that matters.

Then the party begins.

There is no such thing as subtlety here. The palace opens up into a night of music, dancing, feasting, and enchanted lanterns drifting into the air like captured stars. Guests from Briar Valley mingle with the students and friends you brought from Night Raven, and for once Malleus looks utterly content to simply watch you move through the room, smiling at people, laughing, glowing under the attention.

Speaking of dancing - It's a tad intimidating for Malleus to dance with his grandmother during the mother/son portion, but all the more worth it to see you spun around by Lilia. Not only did the elder bat step in as the one to give you away before, but as your guardian.

When it’s time to cut the cake – which, to note, is a towering sight meant to feed hundreds – you do not smash the cake into his face, but you do smear a little icing on his cheek, and the entire room collectively freezes for one horrifying second because ‘human dare’? Surely there are some noblemen that don’t know Malleus well who expect divorce right there. How foolish of them, really.

Malleus only laughs, low and delighted, and calmly eats the icing off his cheek. He doesn’t return the favor, but a few flustering words are exchanged between the couple that guests aren’t privy to.

There is no garter tradition. Absolutely not. Not if he has any say in it. The concept of another man reaching for your leg on your wedding day is not something Malleus is willing to entertain, no matter how ceremonial anyone claims it is. The answer is a very polite, very final no.

At the height of the party, he listens to toasts offered by those closest to you both and lets the evening simmer before offering the closing note in his own words.

When he stands, glass raised and a presence that quiets the crowds, he finds it in himself to indulge in all who’ve gathered beyond your little happy bubble.

“Tonight,” Malleus says, lifting his glass, “I am reminded that even the longest roads may lead somewhere wondrous.” His gaze turns to you, and everything else fades. “I thank you all for bearing witness to this day, and I thank fate for bringing me to one who makes eternity feel short.” A faint smile touches his mouth. “To my beloved — may your every dawn be bright, and may you never doubt that you are cherished beyond measure. To us.”

The following day, you’re together on the route to the Scalding Sands.

It is not just a getaway; it is a return. Memories of walking the streets of Silk City and tinkering with which souvenirs to bring home. How liberating it was. He enjoys the trip there almost as much as the stay itself, because it carries the memory of you both as students — younger, less certain of each other, but already orbiting one another in ways neither of you could fully explain at the time. He wants to recreate that feeling, but now with no distance between you at all.

He arranges a secluded stay where your status can go unrecognized where you can enjoy the novelty, the food, the stars, and the quiet without interruption. There are evening walks, private dinners, and long moments where he simply sits with you, listening to you talk about anything and everything while the desert wind carries you both above the weight of life.

Afterward, you settle in Briar Valley. Now King and Queen. Yet more importantly, now a family. The living quarters no longer feel like a place he inhabits through birthright. Because the truth of it, in his mind? Is that the palace was never home until you arrived.

Your wedding isn’t a spectacle. If anything, it’s an elopement…but a pre-planned elopement? Certainly not a whim. After all, he’d proposed in the past. It’s just that the matter of setting a date never came…until now. No better time than the present, no?

Lilia could make it into a grand spectacle if he wanted to. He has the connections, the charm, and more than enough history to justify anything from a moonlit courtly affair to a hundred-dragon parade. But when it comes to marrying you, he does not see the point in making it bigger than the love itself.

To him, the important part is not the crowd. It is the fact that it is you. So the wedding becomes something small, sweet, and quiet — a decision made with a smile and no unnecessary fuss. Just a gut feeling and enough coin in his back pocket to make something special.

It happens barely a year after you graduate from Night Raven, while Lilia is still getting his teaching license and you’re out finding what role you want in life. No hurry about it, either.

You, Lilia, Grim, and Silver are on what is supposed to be a ‘family’ vacation (sans. two very miffed gentlemen stuck doing their work back home) to the Land of the Red Dragon; and somewhere between sightseeing, trying novelties, and Lilia deciding the moment feels right, the “trip” becomes an impromptu wedding. No warning. No giant announcement. Just a very casual, whimsical decision that leaves everyone else scrambling to catch up (yourself included).

“Ah…all the views in this city would make lovely wedding venue options, don’t you agree? Aha! I’m glad to hear it! Let’s be off then!” Before you can blink twice, he’s snatched you by the wrist and begun prattling on to a shopkeep about purchasing a bouquet of wildflowers.

He is delighted by the prospect. You’re only half-surprised because, honestly,he’s always pulling last-second surprises like this.

The ceremony is put together in less than a day. Somewhere scenic, private, and beautiful in that understated way Lilia loves — maybe beside a quiet shrine, maybe in a garden with trees hanging heavy with blossoms, maybe on a playhouse terrace where the wind moves through fairy lights and the moonlight catches your wedding bands. No priest. No one in attendance, really, other than yourselves. Silver and Grim are off souvenir shopping and will be back just in time for dinner.

It feels simple, but not empty. It's intimate, like the world alone has been given the privilege of watching something precious happen. One of the softer moments in an old general’s life.

Cool lilac and plum florals, woven ribbons, warm wood cradling your wings, a crumpled linen cloth under your feet., fresh greenery tucked behind your ear and in his breastpocket, and a small spread set with local dishes. Ordered from the restaurant you’d eaten at the night prior, even though Lilia tried his darndest to gain access to your lodgings kitchen.

Your clothes are rented from a local tailor as well. Nothing extravagant or fancy. In truth, Lilia would have been satisfied getting married in the cleanest article in his suitcase. Yet the thought of seeing you in a rented Qipao was too tempting. Silver lets you borrow his blue handkerchief to fill three of the superstition requirements (old, blue, and borrowed). You buy a cheap cosmetic cubic zirconia tiara for something new. Lilia takes great pleasure in setting the gaudy thing on your head, encouraging you to play princess for the night.

When you step out from the changing booth, his lips pull on reflex. It’s been six-hundred-some years since his fangs felt too big for his mouth.

Not because he is surprised — he already knew you would look ravishing — but because seeing you there, ready to become his, hits him in that little, devastating place in his chest where he keeps all his most precious memories tucked away safely.

Lilia is playful by nature, but this moment strips that away just enough to show how deeply he feels it. You are radiant. You are real. And you are standing there about to choose him over and over again.

For a moment, he thinks of how fortunate he truly is. He has seven hundred years of memories. He is about to create more. There are many men he led to their deaths, who did not get to experience a fraction of what life had to offer beyond their blades and camaraderie.

Now, give him a twirl? Great. Now a kiss, maybe three.

“Ohhoho,” he chuckles while hovering circles around you, right before flipping upside down and stealing a nip at your nose. “There you are, dove! I was wondering when you would arrive and ruin my composure.” Magenta eyes glint cheekily when you ask, “You had composure to begin with?” He takes your chin between thumb and index, shamelessly admiring you from head to toe. “A little,” his finger pinch with a millimeter left between them,” Yet you have stolen it from me, you minx.”

That night, standing arm in arm, he slides your wedding ring into place and holds your hand in both his own. Here, in this faraway land, there are no bounds. Only two people, choosing to go through time together.

“I have wandered a great many roads,” he says, eyes glimmering on you, “and I have learned that the prettiest ones are not always the easiest. They are often an illusion.” A soft smile touches his mouth as he slips the ring over your finger. “But you? You make every path worth following.Should this be a trance, it is one I never intend to wake from.” He folds his palm over yours and offers you his bare finger in turn. “I vow to laugh with you, to guard your heart when you are tired, more so when you are full with life, and to keep choosing you come every sunrise and to lay with you each sunset. ”

When he kisses you, it is but a brush. The complete opposite of his usual passion and cheeky excitement. There is a sweetness to it that feels almost unfair, because it is also full of decades’ worth of feeling he has never once rushed. In that moment, he is thinking about how lucky he is, yes — but more than that, how amused he is that something so simple could make his whole life feel rounded..

Now…back at home, there are two very displeased fae. The king of Briar Valley has done well to temper his emotions since being crowned, and yet thunder rained from the heavens the night your family vacation ended. Not only did he miss an adventure to the Land of The Red Dragon, but the wedding between his father-figure and best friend?

Mm. Yes. Malleus is happy for you two loves, but step aside. Give him an evening to simmer because he’s been planning what gift to give you both since the engagement and now it is ruined.

Sebek is no better. Congratulations are in order, but they’re spoken through grit teeth and blazing jealousy that both Silver and Grim got to partake in the merriment first

Needless to say, a reception is held back at your home in Briar forest. The small cottage you share with Lilia becomes quite the crowded hub.

It is intimate and warm and full of familiar faces both new and old. The cottage becomes the heart of it all, with blue torchlight in the trees, mismatched lawn chairs brought out for guests, little plates of finger food shared between friends, and decorations that look like they were gathered from the forest itself. Which…they were. Acorn strands, floral adornment from your garden, etc. Nothing you both did not already own.

Lilia…bless his heart, tries to make the wedding cake himself. You stop him before he can. Firmly. Lovingly. Because yes, you trust his intentions, but you are not entirely sure you trust a Lilia Vanrouge wedding cake to be…edible. It’s bad enough that you’ve had to replace the oven twice since moving in together.

“Lilia…darling, why don’t we order from Clover Bakery? Trey already sent an RSVP and I do love their honeycomb cake. This is a special day, why not let someone else do the labor?” Lilia, knuckle deep in what you think is squid-ink icing, looks at you before grabbing a random bottle off the spice rack and dumping a third of the contents. “Nonsense! A handmade cake is precisely what our wedding needs. It shows how grateful we are for our guests sharing in the merriment!” “Ah…haha,” you can only nod and begin to think of ways his cake can be hidden from the guests, “you make a fair point. Uhm. How about we do both? The more the better, right?” "Good thinking!"

Your first dance together is suave and a bit all over the place. He tries to cast a little levitation spell but his magic isn't quite what it used to be. What does warm his heart is Silver stepping in during the parent/child portion, as Lilia doesn't have a parent to join in for...reasons. Malleus wanted this honor with you, but it's Grim who takes the mantle. Although our beloved kitty does regret it during the trade off, when Lilia's spinning him in circles by his front paws and one slack grip from sending Grim right into the banquet table.

While the party is relatively relaxed and more akin to a reunion if anything else…he does take the time to offer a toast. Coincidentally after the cake was cut and people seemed to flock to the outskirts where they might feed the local wildlife. He stands with a glass in hand, looking far too pleased with himself for a man who just pulled off a surprise wedding.

“Well,” Lilia says, lifting his glass with a grin, “this is rather wonderful, isn’t it? It would be far better if I could recognize your lovely faces, but alas. These eyes aren’t so sharp after a glass or six of wine.” A few people laugh. He lets them. “Thank you all for coming to celebrate the two of us, and for not fainting from shock when we decided to make this official in the middle of a family trip.” He turns toward you, and his smile softens into something far more tender. “To my dearest…thank you for choosing this path with me, even though you deserve every grand thing the world could offer. I promise to spend the rest of my life making sure you never regret it.” His eyes gleam. “Now, drink up! We are married...ah, but not too much. I fear the wildlife might have a bit too much fun should you all pass out drunk in the shrubbery, kehehe~ ”

The following week? You’re both screaming in a wooden barrel down a waterfall in the Sunset Savannah. Just because the wedding occurred on vacation, does not mean you shouldn’t enjoy a proper honeymoon.

Thrill rides, enormous slides, lazy rivers, wave pools, splash zones, and enough noise and color to make it feel like the most chaotic, exciting honeymoon imaginable. It is exactly the sort of place that lets Lilia be ridiculous in the best possible way. This time just the two of you. Hopefully Grim hasn’t burned the cottage down, but you both can worry about it later.

After all, that’s your home now. That has always been home. He may teach, travel, and wander in his own way, but that cottage is where the two of you come back to each other. It is full of small comforts, lived-in warmth, and the sense that your life together is not some far-off future — it is already here. It is where he raised Silver, where his magic dwells in the floorboards and where he expects to greet the remainder of his days with everything he could ever need by his side.

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